I have managed for at least two months not to be bluntly hit on by construction guys, and I fancy the way that was; carefree, comfortable, not creeped out. That has now come to an end, as of today.
If you have read my previous 'Adventures in Construction' stories, you would know that the siders creep me out the most. I try my best to not interact with them...at all. Who would of thought that these would be the men who would hit on me. Actually, I choose not to think about it too much.
Today there was about 14 people on site, which wasn't very many at all; Jim joked that everyone knew he was leaving early so noone bothered to show up. By the end of the day, there was probably about two framers or so still there, four lazy siders not working (as usually), and me. Because Jim left early and it's a weekend, I had to close up everything; close the windows, the sliding doors, lock the back doors, close the garage doors...basically walk about a million stairs. So I'm trying to plan out how I'm going to work around the siders; I can't work around the siders. All their equiptment is in the garage I have to go by to finish garage door shutting and to get to my car (so unfortunate...), so basically I have to suck it up, and try my best to pretend they aren't there.
That's kind of hard when they're staring at you.
And I mean staring. This isn't the kind of staring you do if you don't want to be obvious.
The security guy came (thank goodness) and started helping me close windows and doors, which was very nice of him to do, because that meant I would be able to leave eariler and THAT meant I wouldn't have to be around the creepiers for awhile.
Side note: Jim and I were talking about all the guys on the site the other day,
and he was the one who brought up how sketchy these guys are. I think that kind
of puts things in better perspective for you readers.
So I was closing the unit right across from the garage where all the guys where standing (and talking, and drinking beer, and staring...basically not working), when I realized I only had one more unit to shut down, then I could leave. But guess which unit that was. The one they were standing in front of, which meant I would have to walk through them. Not cool.
So I sucked it up, and towards the garage and through the guys. The guys were watching me. I made eye contact with one of the guys and smiled at him, and then attempted to continue on my way without vocal interaction. Then one of the guys said, "Are you having fun closing all the doors?"
Honestly, that question is asked ALL THE TIME. DUH, no I'm not having fun, if you think it's fun, then why don't YOU do it? If you want to talk to me, come up with something better. Unfortunately, they came up with something worse.
So I said, "Oh yeah, I'm having a blast", rolled my eyes, got a laughing response, and then I headed straight for inside the building. "FREE!" is basically what I thought, but then I saw that I missed a window from the building I was just at across from the unit I was currently in. AGH! I just want to go home.
So I suck it up once again, and attempt to walk to the other unit, which meant I had to walk through the guys again. This time, one of the guys says something to the effect of, "Do you want a beer?" and then another guy said, "She probably wants a beer."
The first guy says, "Hey, do you like alchohol?" This guy is basically the ring leader of the four guys. He does most of the talking while the others listen, make side comments, watch my reactions, and STARE.
"Pardon?"
"Do you like to drink."
"Uh, not really." I'm opening the garage to try my best to hurry and close the window so I can leave.
"Nah, most women don't like to drink." A side comment from one of the guys, and some other mumbles which I didn't try to figure out.
Ring leader: "Do you smoke?"
"Do I smoke? Uh...ha...no." Walk into the building. go. GO.
Other guys: "Does she smoke?" Laughing.
Ring leader: Laughing. "I don't know."
I close the window. Now for my grand escape. What would be ideal would be me exiting to my car after I close the garage, and them not saying anything to me and vise versa. But I knew that wouldn't happen, so I thought it best if I said something sort first so it wouldn't be majorly awkward, then I could leave...fast.
So I closed the garage, and then said, "Have a good weekend guys."
Guys: "Oh yeah, you too." "Have a good weekend" "Blahblah."
I thought we were done. I thought I could leave. I was horribly mistaken.
Ring leader: "Hey by the way, what's your name?"
"Pardon?" Don't forget I was listening to music in hopes that they wouldn't ask me questions. It failed miserably.
Ring leader: "What's your name, I didn't catch it."
Guys: Staring.
"Amanda"
Ring leader: "Oh it's Amanda."
One of the guys: "Even I knew her name."
...how did he know my name?
Ring leader: "Well I'm Chris, this is so and so, this is blahblah and this is blahblah."
That's nice but I don't really care...ps. I'm slowly making my way away from them, hoping they would stop talking to me and let me go to my car, far, far away from them.
Ring leader (aka Chris): "So is Jim like your father-in-law?"
Just getting right to the point I see...*shutter* Asking if I'm married eh? HAHAHA. AH ha. You wish I was older, sick 30 year old man.
My mom said I should of said yes.
Let us pause for a moment to the stupidity of this comment. BROTHER-IN-LAW. MARRIED. TAKE FAMILY EDUCATION.
"No, Garrit is married to my sister."
Guys: "Oh" "Yeah" Oh"
I realllllly wanted to leave.
"No."
But it wasn't like a normal 'no'. Most people would have the question asked, then there would be a split second pause, then there would come the 'no'. There was no split second pause. It was abrupt. I wanted them to know I was taken, and by golly I let them know.
Guys: "Awww" "You shouldn't have told us" "Why did you ask her?" Laughing. Some other comments were mumbled and being laughed at.
They pretty much bluntly told me they've been looking at me, and I'm pretty sure the ring leader wanted/s a piece. The ring leader is actually the same sider I heard having a conversation with the sweet electrication Harvey, at the point where I heard Harvey say to Chris, "Man, she's like 19 or 20" and as soon as I came outside, the conversation stopped. I tried to assume it wasn't about me, but I can't assume that anymore. He wants a piece, and that's gross.
I left while they were laughing, and they said, "Have a good weekend!" And I said, "You too!"
Then I walked away (run Amanda, RUN), gagging I think, and trying not to twitch. Then I called Alicia, and I had a convulsion.
I can just imagine work on Monday.
"Hellloooo Amanda..."
"I DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME, GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Now that I know 30-40 year old men think I'm hot, I'm set for life! AGHHHH!
I want some soap.
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